CONTEXT: After the Great Optimization we all had a choice. This poem below tells a story of Systoics, a privileged group of upper crust that integrated into the system, believing they had now perfected themselves.
I really like the reversal here: it isn’t darkness we should fear, but light without control. In just a few lines, “mushroom height” turns brightness into something destructive instead of comforting.
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I really like the reversal here: it isn’t darkness we should fear, but light without control. In just a few lines, “mushroom height” turns brightness into something destructive instead of comforting.
I feel the same, that not all dark is dark or light is light. Thanks for reflecting on this Antonio. 🫶